Chapter 31 – Plans and Plots

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The next thing Melissa was aware of was insistent and annoying beeping from John's alarm clock. Her groan was answered by groans from all four of the other members of the household, several of which continued after John had hastily crawled over their sprawled, nude bodies to shut the alarm off. Melissa stretched and immediately felt the painful pull of overstretched vaginal and anal sphincters, which made her groan even more loudly. She struggled up to a sitting position, wincing at the discomfort from the additional pressure on her abused crotch.

"Huh!" she mumbled, "You're all still here? What happened after I, uh, passed out for the last time? Did I miss anything?"

"A little," Stephanie replied, groggily rubbing the sleep out of her eyes as she made room for the other occupants of the bed to arise. "You and Dad had pretty well worn yourself out, so he just pulled you up under his arm while Keith and Brad fucked me together. And yes, we did try having them both in my ass at the same time, which was amazing! But I'm almost as sore down there as you must be," she grimaced. "Speaking of sore, how's your butt doing this morning, Daddy?" she asked her father.

John smiled at his daughter. "Actually, not too bad," he said. "A little sore, but in a good way."

"Yeah, we know that feeling," Stephanie grinned mischievously. "Brad calls it the `damn-I-got-fucked-really-good' feeling. Don't you, gorgeous brother?" she simpered at Brad.

"I do, that's true," Brad grunted as he heaved himself out of bed. "Whew!" he waved his hand in front of his face. "Those sheets are really rank!"

"It's a good thing sheets wash, then, isn't it?" his father pointed out. "And since it wasn't just Melissa making the mess last night and you're so offended by them, you can be the one to strip the bed and launder the sheets," he directed in a no-nonsense voice, though his eyes twinkled.

"Me and my big mouth again," Brad mumbled.

As Melissa heaved herself off the bed, she felt something trickling down the inside of her thigh. Startled and concerned that she might be having an unexpectedly premature period starting, she looked down and was horrified to see that the dripping substance was brown and reeked of shit. "Oh, God! I'm so sorry!" she moaned, completely mortified.

John, however, was unflustered. "Don't worry about it, love," he told her gently. "That's just one of the unfortunate side effects of too much anal sex. Go on, scoot into the bathroom and start getting yourself cleaned up. We'll be right behind you," he promised.

"I'll come help," Stephanie volunteered, seeing her lover's distress, and firmly steered Melissa by the elbow out of the bedroom and down the bathroom. Once there, she dampened a washcloth and methodically wiped up the mess on Melissa's thigh before plopping her down on the toilet. "There," she nodded, "You're good to let it all out now."

"God! I am so embarrassed!" Melissa groaned as plopping sounds from the toilet bowl made it clear that her bowels were emptying.

"Why?" Stephanie inquired with a mild frown as she reached into the tub and started the shower going. "Did you know that was going to happen?"

"Well, no. How could I?" Melissa protested.

"Exactly," Stephanie nodded. "None of us did. Except it sounded like Dad's seen it before. So what's the big deal? We've all seen pretty much all of each other's bodily functions, including a whole lot of shitting on each other last night after the enemas. Mel, we all love you, and it's not like you did that on purpose. Just relax, love," she urged her distraught girlfriend.

Melissa sighed but nodded. "Yeah, I guess that makes sense. It does sound like maybe I'd better take it a bit easy on sex today, though, and let everything get tightened back up again, doesn't it?"

Stephanie snorted skeptically. "You saying you're going to go easy on sex is kind of like a fish saying it's only going to swim a little bit, but it's a good plan. Especially if you can stick to it enough to keep anything larger than a finger or two out of your holes for twenty-four hours. You do want to be all healthy down there by the time your mom gets home tomorrow, right?"

"God! Yes! You're absolutely right," Melissa nodded in heartfelt agreement. "That'll give me some incentive not to get wild and crazy until then."

"Good," Stephanie nodded as she reached in to test the shower temperature. "Ready to get cleaned up?" Melissa nodded with a weak smile. "Okay then, come on. Don't forget to flush," she reminded her girlfriend and stepped into the shower.

Melissa did as she was told and followed Stephanie into the tub. Once there, Stephanie wasted no time in grabbing the soap and scrubbing her lover's plump, creamy flesh from top to bottom, nodding sympathetically as she carefully washed Melissa's very tender ass and pussy and hearing her groan at the discomfort. Once she was done, Stephanie briskly soaped her own body and quickly rinsed.

"Now," Stephanie suggested with a mischievous smile, "Since no one else is here yet, I guess that means it's my turn to shave your cunt today."

"I would love that, Steph," Melissa answered, flashing her girlfriend an adoring look.

"Okay, let me get you soaped up and shaved," Stephanie declared, following her words with actions.

As Stephanie carefully and tenderly shaved the short stubble around Melissa's vulva, Melissa wondered aloud, "I wonder what the guys are up to? It seems like it shouldn't take them that long to get the sheets in the laundry."

"Hmm," Stephanie mused, "It'll be interesting to hear what their story is. And how hard their dicks are while they try to tell it," she added with a snort.

At that moment, the shower curtain was pulled aside and the three males piled into the tub. All three were sporting huge erections, and Melissa and Stephanie both burst out laughing.

"What?" Brad wanted to know. "Is there something funny about us?"

"You tell me, brother," Stephanie replied archly. "It sure took a long time for all three of you to get the sheets in the washing machine."

"Well, I took care of the sheets," her brother answered, "And Dad and Keith put the new sheets on the bed."

"Uh-huh," Stephanie nodded sagely. "And those big hard-ons you all have? Those just sprang up by accident?"

"Okay, we might have taken a couple more minutes kissing and playing with each other's cocks after that," Brad allowed, blushing fiercely. "But it was all to get ready for you guys," he insisted.

"How thoughtful," Stephanie nodded, glancing at her father who was washing Keith's body and carrying a look of droll amusement at his children's dialog. "Unfortunately, you still might be stuck with each other this morning. I need to finish up with shaving Melissa, and both her pussy and ass are out of action. So is my ass. So why don't you guys get started on each other – unless it's `pee on Melissa time' first," she hinted with a devilish expression.

"Yeah, I do think it is that time," Keith piped up, stepping up to his sister with a big grin and placing his hard cock right in front of her lips. Melissa gave her brother a loving look of appreciation and greedily accepted his cock into her mouth. It took a while for Keith to start his urine flowing due to his erection, but eventually he provided Melissa a strong stream of pungent, golden liquid, which she swallowed eagerly.

"Mmm," she licked her lips appreciatively. "Thanks, Bro. Anyone else need relief?" she called out.

"Me!" Brad spoke up enthusiastically as he stepped forward. Melissa willingly sucked his hard prick between her lips and swallowed every drop of his piss as well. As she was doing so, she felt a warm sensation on her head and opened her eyes to see that John was standing beside Brad, only his immense prick was still jutting straight up and shooting yellow fluid out of it like a fountain, splashing it all over Melissa's head and face and, as the stream diminished, lower down so it landed on her creamy, soft breasts.

"That's so nice," Melissa murmured, and then gasped as she felt Stephanie's tongue plunging into her oozing pussy slit. "Ohhhh! God, lover! You know how much I love your tongue," she murmured appreciatively.

Stephanie pulled her head back long enough to insist, "Hey, I just need to make sure I didn't miss any spots shaving you. Plus, you can't get too stretched out by a tongue. I recommend a strict diet of tongues for you today," she added sweetly.

"Yes, doctor," Melissa giggled, and then groaned in pleasure as Stephanie's skilled tongue worked magic in and around her bald cunt. As she relaxed into her young lover's marvelous cunt-licking, she was not too surprised to see that the three males had decided to please each other, with all three of them sliding soapy hands up and down the lengths of each other's rock-hard cocks. To her amazement, after some moments of this and as if by some unspoken signal, Keith backed his ass up against John's cock, suggestively rubbing it up and down on the older man's massive organ, while Brad did the same action with Keith. Shortly after that, John had his huge prick worked into Keith's ass, making him groan with pleasure while the blond teen wormed his soap-slick prick up Brad's bung hole.

Melissa tapped Stephanie on the shoulder to get her attention and, when her black-haired lover looked up, gestured towards the happily fucking males. Stephanie gave a soft whistle of appreciation and then resumed ardently tonguing Melissa's cunt.

Within minutes, Stephanie's tongue had Melissa crying out in pleasure as a climax coursed through her. Not a huge, gut-wrenching one, for which Melissa was actually grateful. Just a gentle, loving way to start the morning. "Wonderful, my love," Melissa murmured when her climactic throbbing had abated. "Your turn now," she urged.

Stephanie gave a glance at the three males happily buggering each other and then suggested, "Why don't you lie down in the tub and I'll sit on your face while I suck my brother off. Seems like he's getting the raw end of this deal."

"Sound marvelous, my dear," Melissa agreed with a lascivious grin, dropping to the floor and stretching her body down between the legs of the men, who shifted their legs apart to give her room.

As Stephanie lowered herself onto Melissa's upturned lips, she said mischievously, "Did I happen to mention that I saved all my piss for you this morning?"

"Oh, my love, you think of everything," Melissa giggled and enthusiastically opened her mouth wide to accept Stephanie's golden offering. She didn't have long to wait; within seconds, piss was squirting out of Stephanie's pussy slit and down into Melissa's mouth, though some of it splashed onto the rest of her face and neck. Melissa pulled her lover firmly down to her by the hips and closed her lips around Stephanie's still-squirting pee hole, swallowing it as fast as she could and reveling in the kinkiniess and intimacy.

Once Stephanie had squeezed the final drops out, Melissa settled into some serious cunt-licking. It wasn't long before her slender lover was gasping and moaning with erotic pleasure, grinding her cunt up and down onto Melissa's face and urging her to plunge her tongue into her dank hole. To Melissa's surprise, Stephanie even rocked her hips back so her butt hole was placed on Melissa's lips. At that blatant invitation, Melissa pushed her tongue into her black-haired girlfriend's anus, gingerly at first but, after hearing Stephanie's appreciative groans, with more ardor.

"Ohhhh!" Stephanie gasped, "Thanks, my love! I knew you'd have just the right way to kiss it and make it better."

Melissa chuckled and after that she let her tongue roam freely up and down the length of Stephanie's private place from the hard nub of her clit back to her still slightly loose asshole. Stephanie's ecstatic cries were becoming more urgent and Melissa knew her girlfriend was getting close to a climax, so she increased the tempo of her cunnilingus and focused more and more on teasing her lover's turgid clit. She couldn't see what was happening with the guys, but their grunts and groans were increasing and their breathing getting heavier, so she guessed they were close to shooting their loads of jism soon.

At that moment, Stephanie rolled her hips forward, forcing her clit in solid contact with Melissa's lips and tongue, and Melissa knew she was ready to get off. She began to furiously lash Stephane's clit with her tongue, buzzing it as fast as she could while moving her head from side to side. Stephanie uttered a muffled sort of scream, her mouth still being filled with her brother's cock, and Melissa felt her slim friend's clit rhythmically throbbing and knew she was coming nicely.

As Stephanie's climax receded, there were a series of grunts from the males and Melissa knew they were ejaculating as they came as well. After a few more moments, she heard John say, "Wow! That was incredible. Thanks, my amazing lovers. Anyone still have any piss left while Melissa's still down there?"

"Uh, I do," Brad said as he helped his sister to her feet so he would have a clear shot at Melissa's face.

Melissa looked up at her young boyfriend and grinned encouragingly. "Give it to me, Brad. Spray me down!" Brad furrowed his brow in concentration for a moment and then allowed a short stream of piss to splash down all over Melissa's breasts.

"Just like you to go for her tits," Stephanie teased her brother.

He shrugged unrepentantly. "I love her tits," he answered simply.

"Well of course," Stephanie smiled indulgently. "We all do. They're quite lovely tits, aren't they?"

"Definitely," Brad agreed with feeling as he reached down to help Melissa to her feet.

"Thank you, Brad," Melissa said with an adoring smile. "You are the perfect gentleman. Except when you're not, and that's even better," she added wickedly, making her boyfriend blush happily.

"Okay, good people," John called out loudly. "Play time is over; let's get moving and get our day started." Everyone was feeling too good from a very nice morning fuck to even grumble, and they all stepped out of the tub and dried each other off before retreating to their respective rooms to dress.

At breakfast, Brad asked, "So what are we going to do for sex tonight? I mean after homework and all," he added with a quick look at his father, who nodded approvingly. "It sounds like people are kind of sore."

"Well, some of us sure are," Melissa smiled ruefully. "But I was thinking when you guys were talking about the way you were playing with each other before you got in the shower – I've haven't seen everyone just play with themselves."

"You mean, you want to watch us jerk ourselves off?" Brad asked, looking startled.

"Yeah, exactly," Melissa answered seriously. "I think it would be really interesting for us to watch each other masturbate. I think it would be really sexy and intimate and would kind of help us get to know each other better. Plus it wouldn't put any more strain on body parts that really do need some time to heal," she added with a grimace. "Would that be too weird?" she asked, looking around at all of them, but especially at Brad, who seemed to be the most self-conscious about the idea.

Finally, Brad nodded. "Yeah, okay. I get that. I was thinking I'd be kind of embarrassed, but then I realized we've all seen each other do everything," he stressed the last word, "So what's the big deal. Yeah, I'm in."

At that, everyone else around the table visibly relaxed, and John added, "I think that's a wonderfully sweet idea, Melissa. And I think it should be just ourselves and and hands and fingers, you know? No toys, just the way we all learned to please ourselves at first." Stephanie and Keith both nodded, so John said, "Good. That's decided. Great suggestion, Melissa. I'm actually looking forward to this more than I would have thought."

Everyone finished their breakfast in a friendly, relaxed atmosphere. After breakfast when Stephanie and Melissa were in the bathroom brushing their teeth, Melissa reminded Stephanie to take her birth control pill. "Yep, thanks," Stephanie nodded, grabbing the pill dispenser and swallowing one. "And, just a thought, did you bring any pads with you?"

"Yeah, I did," Melissa answered, puzzled. "I didn't think I'd need them, but Mom insisted. Why?"

"I'm just thinking you might want to put one in your panties in case your butt still hasn't, well, tightened up as much as you'd like."

Melissa smiled weakly but allowed as that was probably sensible and fished out a pad from her purse and, lifting her skirt, placed it in her underpants. "Okay, better," she nodded with a grateful glance at Stephanie. "Ready?" Stephanie nodded and they trooped downstairs, said their goodbyes to John and Keith, and then headed out the door to school with Brad hurrying to catch up.

As they walked, Brad's hand resting comfortably in hers, Melissa asked him, "Tell the truth. Are you really okay with jerking off in front of everyone? You sounded kind of unsure earlier. It's okay if you don't want to. Really," she assured him.

"Thanks," Brad answered, a serious expression on his face. "I appreciate you saying so, but it's really okay. Yeah, I was kind of freaked out a little thinking about doing it in front of Dad. But then I thought about it and realized Dad's seen me fucking my sister," and he gave Stephanie an appreciative grin to which she batted her eyelashes and made him laugh, "And he's seen me getting fucked, and even fucking me himself. So yeah, no big deal. Not really," he said.

Sensing there was something he was holding back, Melissa prompted, "Only?"

"Only, would it be okay if I didn't go first?" he pleaded.

"Ah, you want to watch other people do it and get turned on enough that Slutty Brad comes out to play," his sister nodded sagely.

"Hey, it helps," Brad protested.

"Of course it does," Melissa said soothingly. "Don't let your sister needle you," and she shot Stephanie a short glare, "Of course you don't have to go first. In fact," she added impishly, "I think it would be an incredible turn on if we watched Stephanie go first, don't you?"

Stephanie shrugged insouciantly. "Sure, why not? I like turning people on." She turned a challenging look on Melissa.

Mellissa grinned, "You sure do. And you do it so well!"

"I'm glad you remember that," Stephanie sniffed, but she seemed soothed.

"So who's doing what when we get home?" Brad pressed, now that his major concern had been addressed.

"Hmmm, what do you think, Steph?" Melissa mused. "Better to just focus on homework and get it done so we all have time together later? Or," she paused, "I seem to recall the doctor prescribing a steady diet of tongues..." she let her voice trail off suggestively.

"Hah!" Stephanie crowed, "I knew you wouldn't be able to do the sensible thing when it came to sex. You never can," she teased. "But now that you mention it, maybe we should just declare today oral sex day. Blow jobs and cunt licking, but nothing more, okay?"

"S- sure!" Brad assented readily. "You and Melissa want to, um, lick each other first while I do my piano practice, then?"

"How nice of you to volunteer, Bro," Stephanie smiled sweetly. "That's a plan." By now they were approaching the school so they dropped any further talk of sex.

Aside from constantly squirming uncomfortably in her seat and enduring Stephanie's knowing grins every time she did, school was uneventful for Melissa. She did concentrate on clenching her anal sphincter regularly, trying to get it to stay shut on its own. She decided it must have worked because when she checked her pad when undressing for PE, it was still clean, which she found a great relief. By the end of the day, she felt confident enough in her ability to control her bowels that she stopped off in the bathroom to remove her bra and panties for the walk home with Brad. Stephanie accompanied her and did the same in the next stall. The secret smile on Stephanie's face let Melissa know that she, too, was reminiscing about their first night together, and she quickly squeezed her slender girlfriend's hand to acknowledge the sentiment when she was sure they were unobserved.

They met up with Brad on the sidewalk in front of the school. He queried them about what took them so long, and both girls grinned when the front of his jeans instantly began to swell visibly once they'd explained.

"Are you gonna' deep-throat me again?" Brad asked Melissa hopefully once they were far enough away to avoid being overheard by anyone else.

"Why? Would you like that?" Melissa asked with a twinkle in her eye.

"Uh, yeah, I really would," Brad answered earnestly

"Duh," Stephanie snorted. "That's like asking a lion if he'd like a raw T-bone."

"Well, I think it's important to be sure I understand what my lovers want," Melissa snffed exaggeratedly.

"Oh, definitely," Stephanie replied with a wicked gleam. "And what do you think I want?"

"I'm guessing that you might enjoy us licking each other at the same time, puttiing our tongues up our cunt holes, and sucking on our clits until we come like crazy. Would that about cover it?" Melissa grinned.

"Oh, yes. Pretty much exactly what I had in mind," her girlfriend answered. "Except that I've been saving up a whole bunch of pee for you to enjoy, too."

"Oooh!" Melissa gave a soft moan, "That just started my pussy flowing."

"Oh, good!" Stephanie smiled smokily. "I just love the way your juices taste."

"I'm really glad, Steph," Melissa responded. "All this sexy talk is making it harder and harder to resist the urge to lift up my skirt and start fingering myself right there on the street," she confessed.

"Wow!" Brad gulped. "You'd, uh, probably better not do that. But just hearing you say that gives me a total boner," he added with a significant glance down at his crotch.

"It sure does, Bro," Stephanie sniggered. "You're just about splitting the seams on those pants. Good thing we're almost home so you can let that lovely prick of yours stand free and tall," she giggled.

"Yeah, good thing," Brad grimaced, clearly in some amount of discomfort.

"Oh, just go on, Brad," Melissa advised him, looking around. "There's no one on the street. Just go ahead and adjust yourself."

"It's okay," the eighth-grade boy muttered, "Someone still might be looking out a window. I'll be okay. But you never did answer about whether you might want to deep-throat me when it's, you know, my turn with you," he reminded her.

"Silly boy, of course I will," Melissa answered lovingly. "I'll always do whatever you want if it will make you happy and I'm able to. How could I deny my future husband anything?" she asked, giving the boy a sidelong glance.

Stephanie looked at Melissa sharply and Brad swallowed hard. "That's, uh, wow," he stammered. "You never actually said you would. Marry me, I mean."

"I never said I wouldn't, either," Melissa answered gently. "What I said was that it sounds very nice right now, but we've got a lot of time before we could do anything about it, and that I wouldn't hold you to it if you feel differently when the time comes."

"And what about me?" Stephanie asked pointedly. "What if I want to marry you?"

"Oh, Steph, you're my first and best love, always," Melissa assured her quickly. "If Brad and I do marry, it will be because it's the simplest thing to do in the eyes of the rest of the world, especially when I start getting pregnant," and both Brad's and Stephanie's eyes goggled, "But it won't change a single thing about how I feel and what I do with you and everyone else in our two families. Okay?"

"Huh," Stephanie blinked, taken aback. "You've really thought about this, haven't you?"

"Yeah, I have," Melissa admitted. "Ever since you started talking last night about maybe what I really wanted was to be pregnant. I realized you were completely right; you brought up a fantasy I didn't even know I had. But ever since then, I haven't been able to stop thinking about how much I want babies from Brad, my brother, and your dad. All of them," she declared, her voice growing husky with emotion and bestowing an adoring gaze on Brad. Brad was grinning from ear to ear and squeezed her hand fiercely in response.

"So the more I thought about it," Melissa went on, "The more sense it made for me to be married to Brad once I start getting pregnant. That way, there wouldn't be any questions from any snoopy doctors or anyone, you know."

"Hmm," Stephanie mused thoughtfully. "That actually makes a whole lot of sense. Maybe I could convince Keith to marry me for the same reason. Then all we'd have to do would be convince my dad to marry your mom and we'd have it all covered."

"And that, my sexy lover," Melissa said softly, "Completes my latest fantasy. And frankly, I don't think it's going to take much persuading to convince our folks to get together and get married, either," she added. "We'll have to see what Keith thinks, but we've got time to work on him, too."

By now they had reached the Muller home's front door, but Brad stopped as soon as they entered, eager to continue their conversation. "Just out of curiousity," he asked, "Like, how soon were you figuring on doing all this?"

"Um, I actually hadn't thought that far ahead," Melissa confessed. "I was just, you know, thinking sometime in the future. Why? Are we in a hurry?" she asked with raised eyebrows.

Brad swallowed hard but answered with a sincere look, "No, not exactly, though I have to say the thought of making a baby with you kind of makes my knees get wobbly," he declared with a tight smile. "I was just thinking that if you didn't want to wait until you were, like, eighteen, I think some states let teenagers get married with their folks' permission, especially if they're pregnant. I don't know about this state, but if that's what you wanted to do, it would be better if our parents waited until you and I and Stephanie and Keith got married first. Otherwise, if Dad and your mom were already married, then you'd be my sister. They might not allow that, you know?"

"Huh," Melissa nodded, impressed. "You really are a very smart guy, you know that?" Brad beamed at her praise. "So, yeah, I think you're right. So, first thing is to get Mom and your dad to agree to get married. Then we get them to agree to hold off until we all get old enough to get married first. Simple," she smiled ironically. "Thanks. Now that that's settled, I believe you have some pre-deep throating piano practice to do and your sister and I have some serious pussy-licking to tend to."

"Oh, yeah!" Brad cried enthusiastically. To Melissa's and Stephanie's astonishment, Brad began hastily tearing off his clothes.

"Uh, you know we're having sex after you practice, right?" Melissa asked with a bemused expression.

"Uh-huh," Brad grinned as he handed his shirt and t-shirt to Melissa before bending down to remove his shoes. "But like you said earlier, I really need to make some room for my dick. Plus I kind of like practicing piano in the nude now." He handed the shoes and socks to Melissa as well before unfastening his jeans and tugging them, along with his underpants, down to the floor, and stepping out of them. His cock sprang straight up, rock-hard, and the head flashing a deep purple. He handed the remaining clothing to Melissa, sighing with relief. "Ahhh, that's way better. Would you mind dropping those off in my room when you go up?" he asked.

Melissa shot an amused glance at Stephanie before answering, "Sure, no problem. Enjoy your practice, then come up and see me," she added, fluttering her eyelashes at her tumescent boyfriend.

"You bet!" Brad replied enthusiastically before dashing off to the living room, hollering "Thanks!" back over his shoulder.

Melissa looked at Stephanie, and glanced significantly towards the stairs. "Shall we, my love?"

"Oh, yes, we definitely shall," Stephanie answered under lowered eyes. Taking Melissa's arm, she practically dragged her redheaded lover up the stairs.

Once Melissa had deposited Brad's clothes in his room and she and Stephanie were nude as well and lying next to each other on Stephanie's bed, Stephanie turned to face Melissa. "You and I have some serious talking to do about, you know, what we were all talking about earlier," she said earnestly, "But first, I really need your tongue in my cunt, and I really, really have to piss."

"That all sounds delicious, my love," Melissa breathed, her nipples already hardening. "Here, help me get the covers turned down so we're just pissing on the sheet. And then I'm all yours," she promised.

Stephanie leaped to her feet and Melissa scrambled after her, their arousal already past urgent and heading firmly into desperate. Once the bedding was sorted, the two seventh-grade girls wasted no time placing their pussies onto each other's lips, with Stephanie on top of Melissa's larger, fleshy body.

"Ready to drink me?" Stephanie asked, her voice shaking with excitement.

"So ready," Melissa answered, already starting to pant. She raised her head to completely cover Stephanie's cunt, pushing her lips and face as deeply as possible into the soft, purple folds of her lover's labia. In less than a second, her mouth started to fill with pungent liquid, accompanied by a huge, relieved sigh on Stephanie's part.

Melissa swallowed eagerly, suckling hard on her lover's piss hole to drain her completely. She was amazed at how accustomed to drinking pee she was now. It seemed like the more she tasted it, the better the flavor and the more she wanted it. And while she liked the flavor of everyone's that she had swallowed over the past two weeks, Stephanie's was special; rather like the flavor and scent of her lover's pussy, she realized. There was just something completely irresistible about Stephanie's cunt that made Melissa wish she could plunge her whole body into it and wallow there. Even her mother wasn't immune to the magic, she remembered.

Thinking of her mother, Melissa realized that she would be back in less than twenty-four hours. She wondered what she would make of Melissa's new-found sexual adventurousness – heck, downright kinkiness now. Or Keith's, for that matter. Probably not too surprised at either of her children, Melissa suspected. Her mother already had a pretty good inkling of just what a total slut her daughter was, and she'd commented more than once about her suspicions of Keith's bisexual proclivities.

Stephanie's tongue was by now fully engaged in licking Melissa's entire crotch from one end to the other, from her still slightly tender anus, plunging deeply into her cunt hole, and finishing each exquisite journey at her hard, sensitive clitoris before sweeping back on the return voyage to her asshole. Melissa could only groan with erotic bliss as she sucked the last remaining drops of pee from Stephanie's bladder.

But now Melissa was completely free to devote her full attention on pleasuring her slim lover's pussy, too, and she applied herself with a will, plunging her tongue as deeply as she could into Stephanie's freely oozing cunt hole, reveling in the fascinating flavor and scent. Stephanie gasped in appreciaton and ground her hips, pressing her cunt more firmly onto Melissa's face with wanton urgency. For several minutes, the two preteen lovers pleasured each other, driving each other to heights of arousal before, by some unspoken agreement, relaxing the tempo to allow the other to slightly recover. Then, they would resume licking each other furiously until both were gasping and crying out, only to let their passion abate slightly. But with each new cycle, the peaks grew higher and higher until finally neither pubescent girl could wait any longer.

Both Melissa and Stephanie began to tongue-lash the other's clit in a frenzy, buzzing it with frantic flicks of their tongues and turning their heads from side to side to increase the scope and pressure on the other's hard, throbbing nubs. In less than a minute, Melissa could feel the tingling upwelling that presaged a climax, and knew immediately it was going to be a big one. She flung herself into her wild cunnilingus, determined to make Stephanie climax before she herself was too far gone to control her body anymore. Stephanie seemed to have made the same decision, and for another few long, excruciating moments, their bodies seemed stretched almost to the breaking point, their backs arching and the room filled with desperate breathing hissing through nostrils and the obscene, sloppy sounds of tongues and cunts in furious, crazed contact.

Then the dam broke for both twelve-year-old girls simultaneously and their bodies were shuddering and writhing spasmodically, their hips bucking wildly as each tried to force as much of their throbbing, rhythmically pulsing vulvas into the other's mouth. Melissa's brain was lost in a fever of successive, hot, electric jolts that seemed to shoot from one end of her body to the other, and she could only moan helplessly as each new wave roared over her. More orgasms started to erupt even before the previous one had finished, and Melissa knew she was fast approaching unconsciousness. She desperately clung to Stephanie's body, trying with all the strength and will she had left to keep her tongue flicking over her slim lover's clit, trying to increase and prolong the girl's climax. Melissa felt her bladder empty involuntarily but was far too lost in an orgasmic fog to care. And then, almost without warning, everything went black and silent.

 

Melissa gave a soft moan as she came to, blinking her eyes rapidly to clear her befogged brain. She realized that Stephanie was still lying atop her, though her body was completely limp and her head lolled down between Melissa's fleshy thighs. Then Melissa heard her girlfriend's gentle snores and realized with a smile that they had managed to make each other pass out from orgasmic overstimulation at the same time. She wrapped her arms around Stephnie's slim, impossibly smooth body and held her tenderly, relishing the intimacy and the post-orgasmic lassitude.

It was several more minutes before Stephanie woke herself up with a particularly loud snort and she raised her head blearily. "Wha-? Where?" she croaked.

"Welcome back, lover," Melissa replied gently. "We really pushed each other over the edge that time."

Stephanie shook her head groggily and pushed herself up enough to twist back and see Melissa's face. "Is that what happened?" She licked her lips and then grinned weakly. "Yep, we must have. I can taste your pee all over my face. So we both passed out, huh?"

"Oh, yeah, big time," Melissa nodded happily. "It was pretty intense."

"It sure was!" Stephanie agreed with feeling as she shifted her body around so their faces were together. She pressed her lips to Melissa's and their mouths flowed together in an lengthy, very wet kiss. "Thank you, my love," Stephanie whispered at last as they parted from the kiss. "I really needed that."

"Likewise," Melissa nodded. "You, um, said we had more to talk about. About marriage and babies and all that," she reminded her dark-haired girlfriend. "It's a lot to take in, I know. Are you not sure what you want to do?" she asked seriously. She could hear that Brad had already started rehearsing his Scott Joplin piece and knew they didn't have long to talk.

"Nooo, not exactly unsure," Stephanie answered slowly. "I mean, I like the idea. A lot. A whole lot," she admitted. "And that's what's kind of scary – how much I want it now that we've started talking about it. The idea of my dad, especially, getting me pregnant and having his baby makes me, I don't know, just get so fucking filled up with love and emotion that I'm completely terrified. I mean, what if he doesn't want to? What if none of it works out the way we talked about?"

"Yeah, there really are a whole lot of `ifs' that have to come true," Melissa nodded in agreement. "But you know? There've really been a whole lot of `ifs' that had to happen for us all to get where we already have. I mean, what are the odds that not only would you and I fall in love, but that our parents would be totally cool with it? And that they would want to love us and have sex with us just as much? And that we'd fall in love with our brothers, too? All of that is simply incredible when you think about it," she pointed out, gazing intently into Stephanie's eyes. "I can't help the feeling that all of this, all of us, are meant to be together, one big, loving, sexy, and yes, baby-making family. We're going to do this, my love. We're all going to have babies together, and they're going to be amazing and we're not going to let them grow up all hung up about sex," she promised fiercely. "They're going to learn by watching us how amazing and right sex is when people who love each other as much as we do make each other happy with their bodies. It's our destiny, Stephanie. Yeah, there are a lot of things that could happen to get in the way. But I don't think they will. We love each other too much and we want this way too much for it not to all work out. So don't worry, okay?" she pleaded, her eyes filling with tears.

Suddenly Stephanie was kissing Melissa once more, with more love and less erotic passion before, but all the more intense for it. Without warning, both girls were suddenly sobbing with the overwhelming emotion of it all, their chests heaving as they cried until they had to stop their kiss because their noses had filled up so much neither could breathe anymore.

"Oh, my beautiful, amazing love of my life!" Stephanie blubbered, sniffling loudly. "You always know just the perfect thing to say. And I believe you, too. You'll make it all happen, I know you will. You always make everything right."

"I couldn't do a thing without you, my love," Melissa sniffed, smiling through her tears. "If I'm strong, it's because of the way you believe in me and make me strong."

At that moment, Brad spoke from the doorway. "Hey, are you girls alright? Why are you crying?" he asked, concern filling his voice.

"Yeah, we're fine, love," Melissa assured him. "We're just really happy, that's all."

"Really? About...what we talked about earlier?" he ventured, looking keenly interested.

"Yes, about that, if you must know," Melissa sniffed. "And it's all okay. Your sister was a bit worried at first, but I think she loves the idea now," the redhead explained, looking at Stephanie for confirmation.

"It's true, I do," Stephanie nodded, wiping her rheumy eyes. "And if you keep treating me nice, I might even want to have your baby, too," she added, flashing her brother an intense look.

"Oh! Look at his cock jump!" Melissa cried. "I think he likes that idea, Steph."

"Hmm, that's good," the dark-haired girl nodded, her eyes drifting down her brother's lean body to the hard-on jutting out below his waist. "We'll see what happens. Thanks again for talking me through that, my love," she continued, turning her face to Melissa, "Not to mention that incredible fuck," she giggled blearily. "Well, I hear the piano calling my name. Take good care of her, Bro," she instructed Brad as she heaved herself off of Melissa and headed for the bedroom door. "She's earned extra special treatment today."

"I will," Brad promised, his eyes lingering on his sister's taut, smooth ass as she passed him.

"Hey! Are you checking out your sister's ass?" Melissa teased.

"Well, yeah," he replied as if that were obvious. "Weren't you?"

"Okay, you got me," Melissa laughed good-naturedly. "It is a very nice ass," she agreed.

"It is," her boyfriend grinned. "One of the two nicest ones in the entire world."

"Oh?" Melissa asked archly as Brad clambered onto the bed beside her. "I didn't think you'd actually seen my mom's ass yet."

"Which is wonderful, I'm sure, and I'm really looking forward to seeing that," he answered, refusing to rise to her bait. "But you know darned well yours is the other one," and he tenderly caressed the rounded side of Melissa's butt cheek.

"Well, mine is kind of halfway between your sister's and my mother's," Melissa commented. "So you'll have the chance to compare them all side by side pretty soon."

"You really think she's going to be cool with, you know, all this?" Brad asked, a worried frown creasing his brow.

"Oh, God, yes!" Melissa snorted in amusement. "She'll be even cooler about it all than your dad was. I'm telling you, she can't wait to try you out. She made me promise her she could. Plus, your sister and her seem to have their own little private thing going on. If I didn't love them both so much, I could actually be jealous," she admitted ruefully.

"Huh," Brad smiled, his eyes shining with lustful anticipation. "This week's been amazing – in a whole lot of ways," he acknowledged, "But now that it's almost over, I really can't wait for next week, either."

"I know what you mean," Melissa chuckled. "I will miss your dad, though," she added wistfully.

"Yeah, me too," Brad confessed. "I think I might even miss having that big ol' whang of his up my butt – at least sometimes," he clarified quickly.

"Yeah, a little of that does kind of go a long way," Melissa nodded knowingly. "Speaking of things up your butt, you want me to put a vibrator in there while I suck you?" she asked, deftly steering the conversation to more immediate concerns.

"Uh, wow, yeah," Brad blurted. "Heck yeah!"

"Good, then will you grab one? I think I left mine in the nightstand," she added. "Oh, and some lube from there, too, just to make it nicer for you," she leered.

Brad swallowed hard but he had a grin that wouldn't wipe off his face as he gathered the items as instructed. "Thanks, lover," Melissa said as he handed her both the slim, gold vibrator and the tube of sex gel. She squeezed out a bit onto the vibrator and coated it liberally before instructing, "Okay, now stand up and bend over so I can do the honors."

Brad quickly complied and Melissa methodically greased up her boyfriend's bung hole and then carefully slid it inside his anus, noting with interest that he was so accustomed to having his butt penetrated by now that not only did he not flinch, but automatically relaxed his sphincter to allow her to impale him. "You're getting really good at this part," she commented impishly.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked suspiciously, unsure of whether or not he was being made fun of.

"Just that I'm really impressed and proud of you for the way you've turned into one of us," she answered seriously.

"One of you how?" he wanted to know before grunting with pleasure as Melissa twisted the knob at the base of the sex toy embedded in his ass and started it buzzing in his rectum.

"One of us in loving to have sex with whoever you love, no matter whether they have a cock or a pussy. One of us in loving to be fucked as much as you love fucking. One of us `cause you love having people and things up your ass. That's how," she explained gently.

"Oh, yeah, I guess you're right," he murmured a trifle breathlessly. "Damn! That thing really turns me on. My dick feels like it's made of iron now."

Well, then I guess you'd better turn around and shove it as far as you can get it down my throat," Melissa suggested, her voice thickening in response to her own rapidly resurging arousal.

"Uh, yeah, sure," he agreed as he turned. "How do you want me?" he asked.

"Pretty much just like that," she coached. "Just let me get shifted so my head is partially hanging off the edge of the bed. That seems to be the position that makes it easiest to swallow you whole," she grinned as she moved her thick body around. She lay her head back and, after a couple of minor adjustments to make sure she was comfortable, demanded, "Okay, my love. I'm ready for you. If I slap your hip, it's because I need to breathe. Otherwise, you know everything's fine and you can basically fuck my mouth, alright?"

"Uh, yeah, definitely alright!" he exclaimed with unabashed lust. He stepped up and, leaning forward to rest his hands on the bed beside Melissa's shoulders to get the right angle, slid his incredibly stiff prick into his girlfriend's welcoming mouth. After only a moment's hesitation to make sure she was still doing well, he pushed further and felt her throat swallow the entire length of his cock right down her gullet.

"Oh, God, Mel!" he groaned. "That's- oh, fuck! You're amazing, that's all." He began to withdraw his prick and held it out long enough to let Melissa take a couple of deep breaths before she nodded, indicating she was ready for him once more. His prick slid easily down her throat once more, pulled in by Melissa's determined swallowing, and he held himself in that position for a few seconds, luxuriating in the sensaction of the entire extent of his erect prick completely surrounded by warm, wet, incredibly tight comfort. But after that, they settled into a steady rhythm, always holding off for a few beats to let Melissa catch her breath before each new plunge.

Melissa found that once they'd established the pattern, she was beginning to thoroughly enjoy herself. The urge to gag and vomit quickly disappeared as her body appeared to accept the inevitable intrusions and adjust. She found her hand stealing almost without conscious effort into her dripping pussy slit and begin working her fingers in an out, moaning more and more frequently. She realized that if this continued much longer, she actually might climax again, so she began to pay closer attention to Brad's breathing and motions, hoping to time her orgasm with his.

After several more minutes, Melissa slapped Brad's hip to get him to withdraw, not so much in order to breathe but to give herself a bit more time focusing on her clit to bring her to the edge of climax. "Are you okay," Brad asked, panting heavily.

"I sure am, lover," Melissa gasped. "I just want to get myself close to coming so I can come when you do," she explained as her fingers probed and squeezed her clit faster and faster.

"You want me to pinch your nipple?" he asked hopefully.

"Oh, hell, yes!" the writhing redhead groaned, "If you can still keep your balance."

"No problem," he predicted and within seconds he was supporting himself on one hand while the other seized Melissa's erect nipple and pinched it – hard.

"Gaaaggghhh!" Melissa shrieked. "Oh, fuck, yes! Oh, God! Do that! Just like that, baby! Okay, love – hunnnggghhh! I'm getting close. Shove that cock down my throat and fuck me hard! Haaagggghhh! Oh, God! Oh, mmmmffff!" her passionate cries were sudennly muffled by Brad's cock being rammed into her mouth and down her gullet so fast she barely had time to swallow to assist it. And then he pulled it out again, barely leaving Melissa time to suck in a huge lungful of air before he shoved it back down her throat. The sensation was incredibly intense, with the pain and arousal blending into something that was beyond either, not dissimilar to what she had experienced the prior evening while being double-fisted. She felt her butt rising involuntarily off the bed as she ferociously buzzed her throbbing, hard clit.

And then, just as her climax began to erupt in her crotch, Brad slammed his cock down her throat so hard that his balls hit her forehead with an audible slap and it began to jerk and pulse rhythmically as he shot spurt after spurt of his young teen jism almost directly into her stomach. Melissa found the sensation exquisite and let him squirt into her throat as long as she could stand while her own climax roared up and down her body, making her shudder and writhe. At last, she was forced to slap Brad's hip again or risk suffocation. He was still coming as he pulled out and, to Melissa's delight, shot several more jets of his thick, creamy semen all over her face.

"Hoh!" Melissa gasped, "Sorry, I just couldn't hold my breath any longer. Are you okay?" she puffed, still trying to refill her lungs.

"Me?" Brad exclaimed, "Oh, my God, yeah! That was incredible! I'm sorry I made it so you couldn't breathe," he apologized, "And also for, um, kind of coming all over your face, too," he added, though his tone and the way his eyes glittered suggested he wasn't sorry at all about his drops of semen on her face.

"Oh, Brad," Melissa smiled weakly but happily, "First, when have I ever complained about your come being anywhere in me or on me? I love your come, and if I could somehow be completely bathed in it, I could die happy. And second, I loved what we just did, too. It was incredible to feel you shooting your come, like, straight into my stomach while was coming, too. So it was fine; it's just that when your dick is all the way down my throat, I can't breathe, so I just can't hold it in there as long as I'd like to. And speaking of your come," she added hoarsely, "You've still got some dripping off your cock," and without further preamble, she grabbed his semi-erect prick and sucked it greedily, milking all the remaining jism out of it with her hand.

"Hey, Mel," Brad said with a lascivious grin, "If you're, um, interested, I have to pee."

At that, Melissa took another deep breath through her nostrils and then pushed as much of his still somewhat firm cock as she could down her throat and swallowed hard, drawing it even further down her gullet before nodding vigorously to let him know she was ready for his piss.

"God! You're amazing, Mel! I love you so much! Watch out, here it comes," he warned and Melissa nodded again in understanding.

Melissa immediately felt the warm liquid in her esophagus and started swallowing feverishly which had the added effect of pulling his cock even deeper down her throat. It was an interesting sensation, especially when it apparently aroused Brad enough that his flagging erection started swelling again inside her mouth and throat. But she also realized that she was missing the taste, so she released his buried prick enough that it was back in her mouth, which also allowed her to breathe again. From there, she was able to savor the pungent flavor of Brad's urine while still hungrily swallowing it.

The twelve-year-old girl milked the final drops of piss from Brad's dick and then released it. "Mmm," she murmured, licking her lips with a beatific smile before she turned her attentions to locating all the stray drops of his jism that had landed on her face and transferring those to her mouth as well. Brad helped, scooping up all she had missed on a finger and putting it into Melissa's mouth. "Thank you, my love," the redhead murmured. "Come lay down beside me so I can kiss you," she commanded. Brad climbed onto the bed with alacrity and the two lovers locked into a lengthy, passionate kiss, their tongues plunging and writhing in each other's mouths as they tasted the residual flavors of jism and piss.

When their lips finally parted, Melissa tenderly caressed the side of Brad's face. "Thank you so much, my love. That was just perfect," she whispered softly.

"I thought so, too," Brad whispered back, an adoring look on his face before his brow furrowed. "Is Steph really okay? She's not freaking out `cause everything was coming at her too fast, was she?"

"That's so sweet of you to be concerned, Brad," Melissa flashed him an admiring smile. "You really are the best brother a girl could have. And in answer to your question," she went on, "I think she really is okay now. Yeah, she was freaking out a little at first, but not because it was too much, too soon. Kind of the opposite, if you want to know. It was more like, the more she thought about it, the more she realized how much she wanted that, too, and then she was terrified that it wouldn't happen after all. But I think I got her talked down from her panic attack in the end."

"Huh," Brad nodded thoughtfully. "Thanks for explaining that." He stretched his body. "Well, as much as I hate to have to leave off holding you, I guess we'd better get started on that homework, huh?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry, too, but you're right," Melissa reluctantly agreed. "Thanks again for an incredible time. Every time we fuck, it just seems to get better and better," she added with a smoldering look that made her boyfriend's eyes gleam.

"Yeah, it really does, doesn't it? Imagine what it's going be like by the end of next week!" he blurted.

Melissa looked at him with an intrigued expression. "You really are looking forward to the new mix of lovers, aren't you?"

"Well, yeah," he nodded sincerely. "Aren't you?"

"Yeah, yeah, I am, too," she admitted. "Okay, lover, it sounds like Stephanie's done with the piano and our homework awaits." They both climbed to their feet, Brad pausing long enough to bestow a loving kiss on her lips before leaving the bedroom. With a resigned sigh, Melissa sat down at Stephanie's desk and began tugging her books out of her knapsack.

Melissa was studiously addressing her homework when Stephanie sauntered into her bedroom, smiling curiously when she saw her plump, nude lover. "So? How'd everything go? Was my brother a happy man?" she asked with ill-disguised pruient interest.

"I'd say we were both pretty happy," Melissa answered with a grin, her eyes roaming appreciatively up and down the length of Stephanie's smooth, slender body. "He came all the way down my throat but left a few drops on my face on the way out so I could taste him, too. And then he had to pee and he was still hard enough that I deep-throated him while he did that, at least for a little while. I wanted to taste his piss, too, so I let him back up into my mouth to finish."

"Wow," Stephanie's eyes were glittering with unabashed lust. "Sounds totally hot. I would have liked to see that."

"Maybe we'll do an instant replay sometime," Melissa promised with a grin. Her expression sobered. "How do you want us to deal with Keith and, you know, our plan for us to marry each other's brothers? You want me to talk to him first?"

Stephanie pondered for a moment before answering, "No. Thanks, though. I'd like to be the one to talk to him. It's me we're talking about him marrying, after all. I think he'll be okay with it once he thinks about it for a bit, but if he can't get there for some reason, then I might ask you to lean on him, too." Melissa nodded in understanding. "Though if I'm being completely honest, I'm pretty sure Keith would rather marry your mom, just like I'd rather marry my dad. For that matter, Keith might even rather marry my dad," she added with a raised eyebrow.

"Well," Melissa answered after a moment's thought, "We already agreed that any official marrying would just be for public consumption to avoid any complications, especially around having babies. But there's nothing to say we can't unofficially marry whoever we want besides. In fact, wouldn't it be cool if we all married each other? All six of us together? That would make us a sextuple," she grinned mischievously. "Sounds really appropriate given the way we all are around each other."

Stephanie giggled in spite of herself. "Yeah, you're absolutely right. About everything, as always," she smiled at her girlfriend. "I actually love that idea," she asserted. "Only...I'll talk to Keith about it right away to make sure he's okay with it first, but we probably better not say anything about it to either of our parents. They haven't even agreed they want to marry each other, though it sure looks like it's all heading that way, but even if they do, they might have completely different ideas about how they want it to go."

"Yeah, you're definitely right about that," Melissa nodded. "Very smart thinking." She grinned at her girlfriend before readdressing the homework in front of her. Stephanie groaned exaggeratedly but proceeded to flop onto the bed in her favorite homework position and pull her books out as well.

Both girls looked up when they heard the front door open and close about thirty minutes later. "Keith," they both said.

Stephanie heaved herself to her feet. "I'll talk to him downstairs," she said. "Wish me luck."

"Luck," Melissa answered, blowing her lover a kiss. "If he gets all stupid, let me know and I'll open up a can of whoop-ass on him."

Stephanie giggled nervously. "Hope it doesn't come to that, but thanks," she said before departing.

Melissa tried hard to concentrate on her homework for the next forty-five minutes, listening for any sounds of anger or distress, but she heard none and was just beginning to wonder what, in fact was going on when both Keith and Stephanie appeared in the bedroom doorway, holding hands and both wearing silly grins.

Melissa smiled with a relieved exhalation. "Well, it looks like you guys had a good talk," she said. Then she saw the thick dribble of something creamy oozing down the inside of Stephanie's thighs. "Oh! I guess you really did `come' to an understanding. I thought today was supposed to be `oral sex day'," she said pointedly, giving Stephanie an accusing look.

"Only for people who tore up their cunts and assholes last night," Stephanie explained, the silly smile refusing to disappear from her face. "And why shouldn't I get a celebratory fuck from the man who just agreed to marry me?" she asked with a shrug.

"Oh, God! That's so great, Steph!" Melissa cried, "And you, too, Keith! I'm so proud of you."

"Well, thank you," her brother replied with a pleased expression. "I'm really happy, too. I really do love Stephanie," and he gave her hand a tight squeeze and flashed her an adoring look, "And they way she explained it all, it makes really good sense. I love the whole idea, including us all marrying each other, since I love all of you completely."

"That's wonderful!" Melissa nodded happily. "It seemed like it took a long time for you to come around to the idea, though," she added impishly.

"Oh, God, no!" Keith chuckled. "I got it in, like, five minutes. The rest of the time we were, uh..."

"Celebrating your engagement?" Melissa suggested dryly.

"Yeah, exactly!" Keith grinned without a trace of embarrassment. "It was incredible, too," he added, his face gone a bit dreamy.

"Knowing how incredible a fuck your fiancé is," Melissa smiled, "That doesn't surprise me in the slightest. Well, congratulations, both of you," she added. "And now, I've got to finish this homework."

"Right," Stephanie nodded. She stood on tiptoe kiss Keith soundly. "Thank you for, well, for just being you," she told him in a voice grown husky with feeling. "I love you so much. We're going to make all this happen! We will; I just know it."

Once Keith had departed, Melissa looked intently at Stephanie. "So? I can tell you just made Keith incredibly happy. But how are you? Are you really okay with this?"

"Oh, definitely," Stephanie beamed. "Your brother is just about the most gorgeous boy I've ever seen in my life, and he seems to love me – and love me for exactly who I am – as much as I love him. So, yeah, I couldn't be happier. Now we just have to get our parents across the finish line," she added with a more worried expression.

"And we will," Melissa assured her lover. "We'll keep giving them every chance we can to realize how perfect for each other they are."

"They really are, aren't they?" Stephanie smiled. She hugged herself and wriggled excitedly. "Oh, my love, you've actually got me believing it's all going to work out."

"Of course it will, lover," Melissa promised, crossing her fingers that she could really make their dreams come true.

 

It was nearly five-thirty and all four young people were diligently applying themselves to their homework when John, already having stripped off his clothing, poked his head in the door. "Everything all right?" he asked, blatantly ogling the nude bodies of the two girls.

"Oh! Daddy!" Stephanie exclaimed, "We didn't even hear you come in. Yes everything's all right now that you're home. Did you sneak in?"

To their amazement, John actually blushed. "Well, yeah, kinda'," he mumbled. "I was, well, I guess I was thinking I might be able to catch you guys, um..."

"Still fucking?" Stephanie cried with amusement. "Oh, Daddy, you never have to sneak up on us to see that! We're happy to do that for your entertainment whenever you'd like. But," and her face grew apologetic, "I'm sorry, but we already finished our welcome-home sex."

"Ah, well," her father replied, heaving an exaggerated sigh. "At least it looks like you'll all have your homework done in a reasonable timeframe. So what did you all do together?" he asked with an aroused gleam in his eyes.

"Ooh, he wants details, Steph," Melissa observed teasingly. "Well," she addressed the naked man in the doorway, "First your daughter and I licked each other like crazy and make each other come so hard we passed out while Brad did his piano practice. And then, while Stephanie practiced, I deep-throated Brad and made him come down my throat, and then he pissed down my throat after."

"And then Keith and I had a nice long fuck downstairs," Stephanie continued their lewd tale. "He licked my pussy while I sucked his cock and he made me come, like, three times until he couldn't stand it anymore and he fucked my pussy really hard. In fact," she stood and walked over to where her father was standing, "I've still got a pussy full of Keith's come. Here; taste," she commanded, reaching down between her legs and shoving a pair of fingers up her cunt, withdrawing the glistening digits and pushing them into her father's mouth. John sucked his daughter's fingers with a blissful expression while his gargantuan cock swelled into its fully erect magnificence.

Stephanie lovingly caressed her father's stiff prick. "You want some more, Daddy?" she cooed.

"Yes, please," he croaked and Stephanie happily obliged him. His eyes closed as his tongue rolled around his daughter's obscenely coated fingers. Melissa watched, fascinated. John appeared to be in a complete daze and she began to wonder if he was about to fling Stephanie down onto her bed and fuck her right then and there.

But finally, with a kind of a shudder, the older man seemed to gather his wits. "Thank you," he murmured to his daughter, "But I really need to get dinner going." With a smile that encompassed both Stephanie and Melissa, he said, "I'm really looking forward to later after your homework is done." With that, he turned and headed back down the hall, his giant cock standing straight out in front of him like a spear.

Stephanie and Melissa both looked at each other for a moment before bursting out laughing. "That man is an endless source of surprises," Stephanie remarked as her laughter faded, shaking her head in amazement as she returned to her bed and the pile of homework.

"I think he does feel kind of left out when we're all fucking like crazy when he's not around," Melissa reflected sympathetically.

"I suppose," Stephanie admitted. "I don't know what we can do about it, though. As much as I love him, I don't want to have to only get sex when he's in the house."

"Yeah, me either," Melissa agreed. "We're such sluts we can barely get through the school day without fucking. He's just going to have to deal. He's a big man; he can handle it."

"A really, really big man," Stephanie giggled, and then both girls returned to their homework.

It was over thirty more minutes before they heard John call up from the foot of the stairs that dinner was ready. Melissa and Stephanie gratefully rose and headed out the door. Melissa held up a hand. "Hang on a minute, love," she asked. "I just want to make sure the guys heard, too." She stepped up the hall to Brad's room and poked her head in the door. "You guys heard that dinner's ready?" she asked. Both of them assured her they had and would be right behind them.

Other than John commenting that it sounded like the four young people had a very enjoyable afternoon, surprisingly little was said about sex at dinner. The two pairs of siblings knew they couldn't talk about what was foremost in their minds so they kept the conversation light and on inconsequential topics. John asked how much homework remained for them. Melissa was a bit further along with hers, but the others said they had a couple more hours to go. "Okay, then," John nodded. "Since that's the case, Melissa, would you mind helping me with the cleanup after dinner? And then we'll all get together in my bedroom when you're done and start our evening fun. I have to say, I'm really looking forward to tonight; I think it's going to be interesting."

"You must be, Dad," Brad commently slyly, "Your cock's been hard all through dinner."

"Well, if it is, it's all due to hearing about what you guys got up to earlier," he shot back with a grin, refusing to be cowed. "It sounds like it was pretty wild."

"We don't want you feeling left out," Melissa responded, trying to look sympathetic. "It's just that, well, it's kind of hard for us to get through the whole school day without any sex, and if we don't get at least one good fuck in as soon as we get home, we can't concentrate on our homework."

"Hmmm," John nodded with a droll expression. "Nice move to slip that part in about your homework. The fact that you're all incredibly horny teenagers who just discovered sex wouldn't have anything to do with it now?"

"Well of course it does!" Melissa blurted. "I don't know about everyone else, but I can't stop thinking about sex! And the more I do, the more I want to do. Does that ever get better?" she asked, blushing at having revealed so much.

John stroked his beard thoughtfully. "Well, if you mean `better' as in being able to get through an eight-hour period without becoming totally desperate, yes, yes it does. But I'm not sure that's `better'. What you're all feeling right now is one of the most incredible times of your life, something you'll always look back on fondly even years in the future. As long as you can maintain your control enough to get through the school day without openly masturbating in class," causing everyone at the table to giggle nervously, "And can still get your homework and other chores done, then I say enjoy it. You're having a wonderful experience now and I totally get that. So don't feel bad about wanting sex all the time, okay? Of course," he added with a bit of a leer, "I can't say I mind hearing all about your activities afterwards. Especially," and his eyes grew dreamy, "If you share a bit like Stephanie did."

"Really?" Brad perked up. "What did she do?"

"She very sweetly shared some of the contents of her pussy after Keith had filled it up," John explained with a wistful sigh.

"Oh. Wow." Brad blinked. "That's, uh, that's kind of hot, Dad," he admitted, squirming a bit in his seat as he looked at both Stephanie and Keith with increasing arousal.

"So now you know why I've been walking around ever since with this hard-on," his father nodded wryly.

"Yeah, yeah, I can see that," Brad remarked. "Now I've got a hard-on, too."

"You see what we all do to each other," his father replied with a chuckle. "I hope you can still get your homework done and are able to show us what you can do with that hard-on later."

"Uh, yeah, right," Brad swallowed, having forgotten that he was obligated to actually jerk off in front of his father. For some reason, however, this frank discussion of sex with his parent helped to ease his nervousness, and he found he was looking forward to seeing everyone else masturbate, and doing the same thing himself. "Okay, then," he piped up. "That's all the incentive I need to finish my homework! May I be excused?" he requested.

John assured him that he could, and shortly after both Keith and Stephanie asked to be excused as well. They left the room hand in hand. John gazed after them, then looked sidelong at Melissa. "Is it just my imagination, or do Keith and my daughter seem particularly affectionate?"

"I don't think it's your imagination," Melissa answered, choosing her words carefully. "They seem really be falling in love with each other. I think it's totally sweet," she smiled.

"Yeah, I suppose it is," John replied, an odd look on his face.

"What? Are you jealous?" Melissa asked, shooting him a meaningful look.

"I'm – huh! I'm actually not sure how I feel," he confessed, to Melissa's surprise at his candor.

"Well, I'll tell you basically the same thing I told Stephanie when it started to get obvious that Brad and I were growing closer and even talking about marriage someday," Melissa began, praying that she would be able to find the right words to help move things along in the right direction without letting too many cats out of the bag. "I told her that she was my first and most special lover and always would be, and that no relationship I had with Brad, or anyone else would ever change what we have together. Your daughter feels pretty much the same thing about you, John. You were her first man! That really means something to her and nothing will ever change that special closeness you two have. I mean, you and my mom seem to be really hitting it off, and I'm absolutely thrilled about that, by the way. But do the feelings you're starting to have for my mom change a thing about the way you feel about Stephanie? Be honest," she urged.

John looked very thoughtfully at Melissa before answering, "No. Of course they don't. Thank you very much for some perspective. And if I'm being totally honest, I'm not completely sure whether any jealously I might feel is for Keith over Stephanie, or for Stephanie over Keith," he added with a wry grimace.

"Okay, that I totally get," Melissa laughed. "But you don't seem to have ever been jealous of me and Stephanie," she pointed out.

"That's true" he admitted. "Maybe it's because you were her actual first lover, so I kind of just feel grateful to you that you're willing to share her with me. Or maybe it's because seeing the two of you together just gets me so totally, desperately turned on that there wasn't any room for any jealousy."

"Is that right?" Melissa asked, fascinated by how much John was opening up to her. "Maybe you just need to spend more time watching Keith and Stephanie together and you'll realize how incredibly sexy they are, too."

John lauged aloud, but Melissa also noticed his prick, which had begun to droop somewhat during their serious conversation, spring straight up in all its glory once more. "See," she noted, daringly taking his rigid member in her hand and starting to slowly stroke it, "You do think the two of them together are sexy."

"Oh, God, yes I do," he almost whispered. He looked down at Melissa with such a mixture of admiration and lust that she felt her stomach flip-flop and her knees grow wobbly.

"Good," she managed to respond, though her voice had grown thick with rapidly rising arousal. "And speaking of being honest, John, I have to tell you that when you look at me like that, it's all I can do to keep from dragging you off and begging you to fuck me. You really should have a concealed-carry permit for that smile." For some reason, she found herself totally unable to tear her hand away from continuing to stroke his massive erectiion.

"My, God, what a family we are!" he laughed weakly. "That's exactly how I feel about you all the time! Exactly how I feel about all of you kids all the time. And your mother, too," he added a bit more softly. He shook himself as if to release himself from a spell and gently removed Melissa's fingers from his cock. "Sorry, but if you don't stop that now, I'm going to totally use myself up on you and not have anything left for later. Plus," he added, trying to put on a more serious face, "We really do have to get the kitchen cleaned up. Sorry," he apologized.

"Jeez, John! Don't ever apologize for letting me know how much I turn you on," Melissa blurted. "I love you so much, and knowing you want me, too, is the nicest possible thing you could say to me. But yeah," she gave a resigned shrug, "I guess we should get to work."

John smiled gratefully at her, though his eyes did linger wistfully over her lush body, making Melissa's cunt start to drip steadily down the inside of her thighs. She didn't care; knowing that such a gorgeous man desired her made her feel like she was floating on air.

They began to clean the kitchen, Melissa bringing the dishes to the sink while John put the leftovers in containers. But another thought struck Melissa. "Uh, John?" she asked, wondering whether she dared broach such a potentially sensitive topic and decided that the older man was in such a confiding mood she would just plunge ahead. "Speaking of using yourself up, what were you planning do do when my mom calls? It seems like you guys have been getting into the phone sex pretty hot and heavy. Won't that kind of use you up, too?"

John paused and gave her an appraising look. "Well, since you asked me to be honest with you, I will. Truth be told, that was one of the other things I meant when I was talking about later. I think I can still have another orgasm when we're all masturbating together later even if I come while I'm on the phone with Margaret," he answered, studying her face for her reaction. "And I knew that you already had me so damned turned on that if I got started with you, once wasn't going to be enough. Probably for either of us, am I right?"

Melissa had to allow that he was likely correct about that, though the thought of making love to John twice in a row now had the fluids flowing out of her pussy completely soaking the insides of her plump thighs and starting to drip onto the kitchen floor.

"So, that's why," he explained, his look begging her understanding. "I've been so fucking horny from the minute I got home and looked at you and Stephanie, and nothing that's happened since has made it any better, damn you and your sexy body," he muttered. "So I told myself I wasn't going to disappoint Margaret, and I sure as hell wasn't going to wait to come until all you kids were done with your homework!" he insisted.

"Okay, okay, I get it," Melissa laughed. "I have to tell you, John, you have the nicest way to tell a girl she comes in second place."

"Oh, it's not like that at all," John protested, looking aghast.

"Oh, relax, I'm teasing you," Melissa grinned. "I really do get it."

"Do you? You- you're really an amazing woman, you know that?" he told her with feeling.

Melissa was intrigued. This was the first time he had called her a `woman', not a girl or a young woman. She really wondered how their relationship was evolving. Did he consider her an equal to her mother now? But all she said was, "Well, you're really an amazing man. So that works."

"It really does," he nodded as he finished putting the leftovers in the refrigerator. He looked back at her with a shy expression. "Would you – uh, I realize this might sound kind of weird, but would you like to stay in the room tonight when I talk to your mother?"

Melissa was thunderstruck. "Wha- holy shit! You mean, like, when you and she have phone sex?"

He nodded, the expression on his face almost eager. "Yeah, that's exactly what I mean."

"You want me to listen to you and Mom masturbating together and saying dirty things to each other?" she asked, incredulous.

"Uh, yeah. And maybe even help a little," he confessed, all of his usual confidence seemingly having melted away.

"Oh, really?" Melissa raised her eyebrows. This was completely unexpected, and her mind was racing as she tried to make sense of it. "You wouldn't think I, uh, I'd be intruding on a kind of private moment?"

"No, not intruding," he shook his head firmly. "Sharing. Melissa, I have to tell you I've really grown to not only love you and desire you, but I've come to respect you completely. I can always count on you to tell me the truth, even if it's not a truth I necessarily want to hear. Plus I feel bad about leaving you hung out to dry a little while ago, and really would like to you to share that with me. I- I realize you might think the whole thing would be too weird and awkward, and I trust you to tell me if you have any doubts or discomfort. But yeah, there it is. I can't say why, but I feel really, really close to you, and I have utterly no secrets from you, either."

"Damn, John! This is a lot to take in." A new thought occurred her. "Are you sure you're not just reacting to worrying about losing Stephanie to Keith?"

He gave her a penetrating glance. "I can understand why you might think that, love, but no. You helped me get past that very nicely. No, it's more because I have so much trust and respect for you, precisely because of your ability to do things like that. I feel like I can tell you anything, and it just seems kind of silly to chase you out of the room just because things are getting intimate with someone else. I sure as heck don't chase you out of the room when I'm getting intimate with anyone else under this roof."

"No, that's true," Melissa acknowledged. "Are you going to tell her I'm in the room?"

To Melissa's surprise, John suddenly relaxed, and she realized that she had just basically agreed that she would stay, though she still wasn't completely certain why she had reached that decision. Perhaps it was similar to her decision to have sex with her father – it simply felt right.

For his part, John gave her a significant look. "Do you think I should?"

Melissa blinked in surprise – the man was just full of them tonight, as Stephanie had observed earlier. She tried to respond as carefully as she could. "John, my mom and I have talked and we both admitted to each other that we're really attracted to you. But I've been very careful not to let her know anything more than that, first because I don't want her to think I'm some sort of rival. I've finally got my relationship with her in a good place after years of it being really bad, and I don't want to screw that up. And second, because I think you should choose when and how to let her know I'm more to you than just your daughter's and son's friend and lover. And I do think it's your place to tell her, not mine. So," she concluded, "You're the only one who can decide when you're going to do that. But I will say this: I wouldn't think that, when your relationship is still just getting started, springing something like that on her over the phone would be your best move."

He nodded, a rueful smile on his face. "See? I knew I could count on you to tell me what I needed to hear. And I think you're absolutely right. I will tell her, and soon. I really want to make whatever we're doing work, and I can't do that without revealing that I've been having sex with both her children. Not only would the whole relationship be built on a lie, but I suspect, given the way we all are around each other, it would be completely impossible to hide anyway. Your mother strikes me as a very perceptive lady."

"Oh, she is that," Melissa answered with a dry grin.

"But I do have to ask you," he went on, worry showing all over his face, "And please tell me the truth – how do you think she's going to take it when I do tell her? Is she going to run out of the room in disgust? Call the police? I need some help here," he pleaded.

Melissa paused a moment to collect her thoughts before answering. "John," she said at last, "First, no, I absolutely don't think she'll do either of those things. For one, she already knows and is cool with me having sex with my brother – in fact she was really glad that my brother was the one to take my virginity. Plus she even accepted me fucking my real dad; in fact, her only issues with it were because he's such a slimeball, not because he's my father. So, clearly the whole incest thing doesn't bother her. And neither does the idea of having sex with different people, since she's totally cool with me fucking Brad and Stephanie, too. Yeah, I get that it's somehow different when it comes to me having sex with a grown man, not to mention one she'd really like to have as well, which is why I don't think you should just dump that on her over the phone. But I guess what I'm trying to say is, no, I can't promise anything, but she's been totally cool with everything else that's going on, so I don't think she's about to suddenly turn into some different person. Does that make sense?" she asked.

"Yeah, it really does," he nodded gratefully, "And it does take a lot of the load off my mind. I've been agonizing for days over how and when to tell her, because I knew I'd have to if we were ever going to go forward, and this helps a lot."

Melissa had another thought and she fixed John with an intense, smoldering look. "If you want my advice, John..."

"Please," he encouraged.

"Well, from everything I've observed," and she carefully neglected to reveal just how closely she'd observed it, "My mom is, if anything, a bigger, hornier slut than I am."

"Is that so?" John was all ears now.

"Well, you've kissed her. You tell me," she challenged.

"Huh! Yeah, that's true. I've never kissed anyone with that much passion in her lips. Present company excepted of course," he hastened to add.

"Oh, don't worry, John. I'm not offended in the least – I'm fully aware that my mom is a very, very sexy woman. Look, even though I'm kind of eaten up with sex all the time these days, the fact is, I'm just getting started. Mom, on the other hand," she pointed out with a meaningful look, "Is a grown woman who's been sexually frustrated for years! So my advice is, don't tell her until after you've finally fucked for the first time. Once she gets that amazing cock inside her, pounding her within an inch of her life and making her come so many times she forgets her own name, that's when you tell her. `Cause I guarantee you, once she fucks you for real and not just over the phone, she's going to want you so desperately that she's not going to let you go ever again. Maybe if you confessed to being a murderer or even to enjoying hurting other people, she'd dump you over that. But for loving her children and making them happy? Not a chance," she asserted determinedly.

"Wow," John murmured. "I have to say you make it sound easy when you put it like that, though you seem to have a lot of confidence in my abilities as a lover that I'm not sure is fully justified but thank you. Again. You are the best love coach a guy could possibly have."

"Which is why I promise you, your abilities as a lover are just fine," she grinned. "Take it from someone who knows."

"Okay, I'll believe you," he smiled, looking much more at ease now. "So, when your mom calls, how about I let you talk to her first, since I know you haven't been able to since the night after the, um, incident with your father? And then you hand the phone to me and, well, just be here with me. Since you are, after all, my love coach, I'm really going to need your help and advice."

"Okay, fair enough," Melissa chuckled.

And at that moment, the telephone rang. John and Melissa looked at each other. "Here we go," he said, and picked up the phone, saying "Hello," in a sweet almost silly voice. Melissa wondered idly how John would feel if it turned out to be a telemarketer but realized he wouldn't care in the slightest. However, the conversation continued and left no doubt that it was her mother on the other end.

"So, how'd everything go? All done with the show?" John asked. "Oh, really? That's gonna' make for a very late night. Yeah, I can see that. Uh-huh. Well, you should plan to take a long nap when I finally get you home tomorrow. Oh? Okay, well that sounds really nice if you think you're up for it. Your flight still set to land at two-ten? Got it. Huh? Yeah, your daughter is right here. You'd like to talk to her? No problem – here she is," and John handed Melissa the phone.

"Hi, Mom," Melissa said brightly. "We all miss you so much and are so glad you're coming home tomorrow. You are coming home tomorrow, right?" she asked.

"Hi, my baby," Melissa's mother answered, equally cheery though Melissa could hear the exhaustion in her voice. "Yes, I'm definitely coming home tomorrow. I am way past ready," she stated emphatically.

"It sounded like you still had a lot to do there tonight," Melissa observed. "Are you going to be okay?"

"Oh, as okay as I can be without being together with you again," her mother sighed. "But yeah. The show is all done, but I've still got a ton of work to do here cleaning everything up, and I've got to consolidate all the contacts and business cards we got and, well, a whole bunch of stuff I won't bore you with. Bottom line is I've got a lot to do before I can go to bed tonight. I'm in my room for this call and I keep looking over at the bed. It looks really tempting," she admitted.

"Well," suggested with a sly look at John, "At least while you're on the phone, why don't you kick off your shoes? Heck even strip down and relax a while on the bed? I promise I won't let you fall asleep."

"Is that right?" her mother asked in a very different voice. "You like the idea of my naked body on a bed, do you?"

"You know I do, Mom," Melissa said a bit huskily as she realized that she was actually having a bit of phone sex with her mother, too, though she knew she had to play it carefully so as not to reveal to either her mother or John that she was already having sex with the other. "I'll hold on while you get comfortable."

After a minute, her mother's voice was back on the phone. "Okay, I'm definitely more comfortable," she said in a thick voice. Melissa could hear soft, wet squishing sounds in the background.

"Mom!" Melissa cried startled. "Are you-? Getting really comfortable?" she caught herself in time.

"Ohh, my baby," I am so comfortable. "You want to know what my fingers are doing right now?"

"I can guess," Melissa laughed, shooting John an incredulous look. "Were you telling John some kind of plan for tomorrow?" she asked quickly.

"Oh, yeah," the woman answered, her breathing already quickening. "I just offered to make dinner for all of you as a way of saying thank you to John for taking care of you all week."

"Oh, sure, that would be nice," Melissa answered, trying to hide her disappointment. She realized she'd had this vision of she and Keith going home immediately with their mother as soon as she arrived and all falling into bed with each other. She consoled herself with the thought that the more time her mother and John spent in each other's company, the better.

"So how have things been going with you?" her mother wanted to know. "Any more surprises like the other day?" she asked a bit sardonically.

"Definitely not!" Melissa laughed emphatically. "It's been pretty much school, homework, and bed ever since," she answered.

"And of course, all the fucking," her mother observed in a tone that indicated her daughter wasn't fooling anyone.

"Yeah, well, that too," Melissa agreed pleasantly.

"How are things going in that regard? Oh, I know you can't say all that much with John there – he is still there, isn't he?"

"Yes, Mom," Melissa replied. "Things have been going really well. Actually, Keith and Stephanie have been getting really close, almost as close as me and Brad," she informed her mother.

"Is that right?" her mother sounded interested. "Well, I can't say I'm surprised. I can't imagine anyone being able to resist that little firecracker," she sniggered, "Let alone my horny son – or daughter. But you're okay with it, right?"

"Absolutely," Melissa assured her. "I think they're adorable together."

"Good," her mother answered. She was now panting distinctly and Melissa's pussy started oozing all over again as she pictured her mother's voluptuous body heaving as she plunged her fingers into her shaved cunt. "Well, is there anything else I should know?"

"Just that I love you – we all do. Fly safe, and we'll see you tomorrow. You want to talk to John again?" she asked sweetly.

"Yes, please," her mother gasped. "I- I love you, too."

Melissa covered the handset with her hand and whispered in an amazed voice, "I think she actually started without you. It sure sounded that way. Have fun," she smiled.

"Thanks, sexy girl. Would you, um, mind stepping just outside the door until I wave you back in?" John requested.

Melissa was puzzled, but the reason quickly became obvious when John said into the phone, "Well hello again, gorgeous. Huh? Yes, she's definitely left the room. She still has homework to finish before bed. Uh-huh, they've both been very diligent about doing their homework." There was a brief pause as he listened to a question. "Why, because I won't let them get into any hanky-panky with each other until they do, that's why," he explained with an evil laugh. He looked up and waved Melissa back into the room. "Yep, using their own teenaged, lustful desires against them. You're welcome to try that when you've got them next week."

Melissa stepped up close enough to be able to make out her mother's end of the conversation, too. For good measure, since John had already indicated he wanted her to help, she wrapped her fingers around the huge girth of his cock shaft and began to sensuously slide her hand up and down.

"Oh, you have no idea," she heard John reply to some question of her mother's. "You remember what it was like listening to them go at it upstairs, even from down in the living room."

"God! I sure do!" Melissa heard her mother emphatically agreed. "And I remember how you couldn't keep your hands off my tits while we were listening to them, you naughty man."

"Hmm, I do seem to remember that," John nodded, his eyes looking a bit glassy under the ongoing, lewd ministrations of Melissa's fingers on his very stiff cock. "I also seem to remember this incredibly sexy redhead stroking my cock through my pants."

"Okay, I guess maybe I did," her mother puffed. "And I guess maybe I'd better confess that if they'd only stayed upstairs another minute or to, I believe I would have unzipped those pants and sucked that huge hunk of meat right then and there. Ooohh!" she gasped.

"Wow," John exclaimed. "Wouldn't that have been something? Now I'm really sorry you didn't."

"Is that a fact?" her mother panted. "Hoh! Oh, God! Do you have any idea what all this sexy talk is doing to me?" she moaned.

"Why don't you tell me, love?" he prompted.

"Ohhh, God, John! I'm lying completely naked on the bed, and my legs are wide apart and sort of up in the air so I can get to all of my cunt. And my fingers are going in and out of my pussy hole, and sometimes down into my ass. Hoh! Oh, God! Oh, holy fuck! This is so incredible! Is your big, beautiful cock – huunngghhh! Nice and hard now? Tell me!" she demanded with a groan.

"It sure is, beautiful lady," John assured her. It's incredibly hard. It's been like that all evening and kept getting harder the more I thought about you."

"Ohhhh, God! Oh, fuck! That's so great! I- hunnngghh! I can't wait to see you again, John! I- hoh! I swear! I am not going to go another day without- hoh! Hoh! Hoh! Without getting to see it for real! I am going to suck that amazing thing all the way back from the airport! Hoh! Ohhhh! See if I don't! Ohh, fuck! I'm getting so close! Are you stroking your cock? Are you getting close, too?"

"I'm definitely getting close, sexy lover," John grunted as Melissa took the cue and began to stroke his giant organ even faster. "Keep going! I'll be right there with you! Tell me what else you want to do with me!" he demanded hoarsely.

"Ohhhh! Oh, fuck! What don't I want to do with you? Hunnnghhhh! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! God, John! I've got three fingers inside me and I still want more! I'm not going to be complete until I- hoh! Oh, God! Until I have that incredible cock inside me! All three holes, one after the- hhaaaaggghhh! After the other! Oh, God! Here it comes! Oh, God! I'm coming, John! Come with me! Fill me up! Oh, God! I'm- haagghht! No! Oh, God! It's coming and I can't- haagggghh! I can't stop it! I'm-"

But Melissa, who was well acquainted with her mother's orgasmic patterns, didn't remain to listen any longer. She instantly dropped to her knees, sucked the huge, bulbous head of John's prick into her mouth and began to stroke up and down the entire length of the man's cock shaft with both hands just as hard and fast as she could.

It was not a moment too soon. She felt one warning jerk of his massive cock and then her mouth was filled to overflowing with thick, creamy jism, jism that kept on shooting into her mouth no matter how fast she swallowed. She heard John roaring, "I'm coming, Margaret! I'm coming with you! Oh, fuck! I'm coming so hard!"

Semen was squirting out of Melissa's mouth despite all her efforts to contain it, but his load was just too much. It landed on the floor, on her breasts, her stomach, and dribbled down her chin. She swallowed it desperately, but finally gave up entirely and pulled his cock out of her mouth and wantonly directed the continuing spurts all over her face, neck, and breasts until the front of her body was almost completely covered in white, thick slime. She continued milking the length of his prick, drawing out the very last drop she could before rising to her feet, standing directly in front of John inches from his face. She reached down and tucked his semi-erect cock in between her thighs, pressed comfortably up against her almost gushing cunt. Her heart was pounding with excitement; she found this experience one of the strangest yet profoundly erotic and beautiful she had ever participated in.

Melissa was once more close enough to the phone handset to hear her mother gasping in post-coital joy, "Ohhhh, my God, John! That was incredible! It made me come so hard knowing you were coming with me. Did you come all over? Did you squirt your come and make a mess?"

"I sure did, Margaret," John affirmed, still a bit breathless himself. "I've definitely got some cleanup to do now," he said with a wink at Melissa. "And I can't believe how hard you made me come, either. At the end there it was almost like I could feel your lips around my cock, swallowing every drop!"

Melissa's jaw dropped at the man's audacity and he waggled his eyebrows at her in amusement. But Melissa's mother groaned audibly, "Oh, fuck, John, don't start saying things like that! You're making want to come all over again, and I really do have to get dressed and get back to work. But I'm telling you, mister, once I get you alone in the car tomorrow, you really will feel my lips on your great big cock, and I will definitely swallow every drop!"

"I can't wait," John murmured sincerely. "I- I've missed you, too," he confessed.

"I'm glad, my baby," her mother whispered. "It's really too bad you have to go out of town on Sunday. I feel like I'm just starting to get to know you."

"Well, let's do something about that as soon as I get back, all right?" John said firmly. "Thanks for another amazing phone call. I know you have to go."

Melissa's mother sighed regretfully. "I'm so sorry; I really do. Give my love to Keith and Melissa; I love them so much."

"They know you do, Margaret; they miss you too, but I'll be sure to tell them," John promised. "Until tomorrow, then?"

"Until tomorrow, baby," her mother said huskily. "I- well, I have to just say goodbye now or I won't have the strength to tear myself away anymore. Goodnight, John."

"Goodnight, Margaret," John whispered softly, then reached over and hung up the phone. Once both hands were free, he hugged Melissa tightly, saying, "Thank you, my love. Thank you for sharing that with me." He leaned his face forward to start licking up the thick gobs of semen from Melissa's cheeks, but she stopped him.

"Sorry, John, but I think I'd better let Stephanie do that," Melissa explained with a grimace. "She's going to be freaked out enough about what you and I just did, not to mention upset that we didn't wait until everyone could join, I have to bring her a peace offering. I hope the chance to lick up all your come will be enough."

John blinked. "You really think she'll be freaked out?" he asked, a worried frown on his forehead. "That thought never crossed my mind."

"Yeah, it kinda' seemed like a lot of things didn't cross your mind," Melissa dryly observed. "I'm still not sure why you wanted me involved in that, though I'm glad you did. And I'm still not completely sure why I agreed to it; it just felt like the right thing to do, was all." She reluctantly stepped back away from John's body and the tantalizing feel of his cock between her legs. She was growing acutely conscious of the fact that while both John and her mother had just enjoyed very nice orgasms, Melissa was left unfulfilled in a state of high sexual excitement (which was the other, unspoken reason she needed to rejoin Stephanie). "But don't worry. I'll help Stephanie get over it. That might, uh, require a little delay on finishing our homework," she warned with a meaningful look.

"Okay, okay, I can see that," John acknowledged. "You were kind of left hanging out to dry here, so I guess I owe you that much. And I hope Stephanie won't be too upset," he added.

"Well, I suggest you start thinking of a better explanation for her – and the guys, too, since you're not going to be able to keep this quiet – than `uh, I just wanted to, that's all'," Melissa gave him a pointed look. "Why did you want me to share that, really?" she pressed. "A girl might almost think you had a secret fantasy of fucking her and her mother at the same time."

To her amazement, John blushed, something she didn't recall ever seeing him do before. Finally he recovered enough to blurt, "Uh, would that shock you terribly if I did?"

"Oh, God, no!" Melissa laughed. "I'll be the first one to admit that my mother is one hot, sexy woman. So if you can figure out the way to make that happen, I'm there," she declared, hoping her words were encouraging enough without revealing the depths of incestuous depravity to which Melissa had already descended with her mother.

"Really?" he sounded both relieved and fascinated. "You wouldn't have any problem sharing sex with your own mother?"

"Oh, come on, John," Melissa snorted. "I'm already fucking my brother, and I'm totally cool with you having sex with your kids, so obviously the incest thing isn't a problem, and I totally love fucking your daughter, so I'm not hung up on bisexuality, either. So no, I would absolutely love being able to fuck you and my mom," she asserted. She went even further out on a limb. "Actually, one of my deepest fantasies right from the moment we started all this is for all six of us to have sex together. All the time. And for the rest of our lives. There! Now I've said it," she exhaled, watching John's face for his reaction.

His reaction was one of wide-eyed delight. "Oh, God!" he blurted, "You mean that?"

"More than anything, John," Melissa assured him from under lowered eyes. "I love everyone of you so much, and yes, you all turn me on so much, too. I- I just don't ever want to be away from any of you. Ever!" she insisted.

"I really want that, too," he confessed, his voice a throaty whisper. "Though I'm not sure how everyone else might feel about that," he added with a dubious look.

Melissa decided to go even further out on that limb. "Well, don't worry about the four kids," she informed him. "We've all talked about it and we love the idea."

"You have? They do?!!" John blinked incredulously.

"Uh-huh," Melissa nodded. "So now it's just up to you to get Mom okay with the idea. And from what I heard tonight, you're off to a great start. Although I have to say, my mom is right – you really are a very naughty man," she added with a twinkle in her eye. "Telling Mom you could almost feel her lips around your cock while you came! That was really bad. I hope she thinks it's as funny as I do when she finds out about it later."

"You, uh, you think she's going to find out about it later?" he asked uncertainly. "Why would she?"

"Well because once we're all married to each other, we're not going to have any secrets from each other," Melissa explained as if it were obvious.

"How do you mean? How would that work?" he wanted to know, looking intrigued.

Melissa realized she had gone a lot further than she had intended. Indeed, a lot further than she and the others had agreed about how much they would reveal of their plans to John. But she also realized that, with what John had already confessed, he was already basically on board with their plot, so she decided to plunge ahead. "Well, I know we couldn't all officially get married," she admitted. "But we could be three married couples as far as the law and anyone else outside the family was concerned. You already know Brad wants to marry me, and I think Stephanie and Keith have some kind of understanding about the same thing. So once you convince Mom to marry you, that part's all set. But that's just for the outside world. In our hearts and inside the family, we'd all be married to each other. We'd be a sextuple," she giggled. "Isn't that just perfect for us?"

John looked poleaxed. He blinked several times in rapid succession; Melissa could almost see the wheels whirling around in his head as he tried to process it all. "Huh," he murmured at last. "You've really thought this through, haven't you?"

"I told you, John," Melissa answered softly, "It's been my dream ever since I met you and your incredible, sexy family. "I'm not letting any of you go. Ever," she promised fiercely. "But now, I really do have to go try to explain what we just did to Stephanie; your come is starting to dry and get cold on my face. But thanks for listening to my dream and not freakiing out," she told him lovingly.

"Thank you for sharing that dream," he nodded earnestly. "It's my dream, too. And you're right – a sextuple is the perfect name for us," he smiled weakly. "If we can really make it all happen."

"We will," Melissa declared ferociously, "I won't let it not happen."

"You know, I believe you. You're an incredible woman, and I'm really glad you're on my side," he observed with a wry grin. "Tell Stephanie I love her and would never do anything to hurt her."

"She knows, John," Melissa assured him. "We'll all see you later. You need a little time to recover anyway," she laughed mischievously as she turned and left the room, leaving John still looking a bit stunned.